Even though Ji Thrush has seen a lot of things in the "Peach Blossom Spring" for six months, but when thousands of corpses are neatly arranged in front of his eyes, as a human being, he still feels awe of death. It's hard not to feel scary.
Even Dong Jing, who had just learned to walk and started to deal with corpses, trembled uncontrollably when faced with the martyrdom that filled the entire hall, partly because of excitement, partly because nervous.
Ji Thrush's fingertips trembled slightly, he raised his hand, and involuntarily grabbed Ren Jianmo's sleeve.
In the dim lighting, Ren Jianmo looked down, pursed his thin lips, did not speak, and did not move away.
"This... these, how do you take them away?"
As if afraid of disturbing the sleeping soldiers, Ji Xiaoniao unconsciously lowered his voice and asked the second young master of the Dong family beside him.
"What else can I do..."
Dong Jing was about to answer, so "stick the talismans one by one and take them out", but Master Mingjun suddenly interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Hush!"
The fat monk's voice was not loud and brief, but his tone was very severe:
"Shut up! Be quiet!"
Ji Thrush and Dong Jing both shivered and shut up.
Master Ming Jun's face was gloomy, his fat face was tense, and his big round eyes were piercing, like a falcon, patrolling around within the visible range of this underground palace.
"Something's wrong..."
He murmured:
"This place... is not right..."
Hearing what Monk Mingjun said, even the hairs on the back of Ji Thrush's neck stood on end.
Although Ji Xiaoniao didn't know how big this person's death pit was, but it could hold tens of thousands of people, at least the size of a football field. In addition, they are still buried underground. If the tomb is not to be crushed by the weight of the soil, it must have enough support.
So within the limited range of light, Ji Thrush saw the pillars standing in a forest.
They rose from the ground one by one, reaching to the ceiling, and at the same time separated the army of martyrs into square formations, with about a hundred people in each formation.
The soldiers stayed in this temple for a whole thousand years.
According to the normal law of corpse decay, they should have rotted into white bones long ago.
But although Ji Xiaoniao could smell the rancid smell, it wasn't strong.
Obviously, this means that the artisans who concocted these corpses back then, as well as the underground palace itself, all had special antisepsis methods.
Ji thrush subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
The exposed skin of the soldiers wearing armor and holding weapons showed a strange purple color, shriveled and dehydrated, wrinkled as if they were mummies, and when they were shaken by the fluorescent blue paper figurines, the skin would also have a metallic luster reflective.
Even so, they are still very complete.
It is so complete that the facial features are clearly identifiable, the roots of the hair are distinct, and the unfaded oil paint on the cheeks can even be seen.
As for the armor on the soldiers and the weapons around their waists, although they are mottled and rusted, they are not serious, as if they can return to the battlefield at any time with a little maintenance and polishing.
Ji Thrush felt his palms were sweating.
He didn't realize that there was anything "wrong", but a huge space filled with dead bodies was itself a depressing and terrifying existence.
At this moment, Ji Thrush felt a light force and pulled the hem of his clothes diagonally from behind.
Ji Xiaoniao was so frightened that he almost screamed, but then he realized who was standing behind him, and turned his head.
He saw Elena, whose face was as pale as paper.
"here… "
The red-haired girl's voice was as light as a mosquito, with a faint cry:
"Here... there are a lot of people..."
Ji Thrush: "??"
Indeed, there are tens of thousands of soldiers' remains stuffed here, isn't it just that there are many "people"
Just as Ji Xiaoniao was about to say a few words to comfort the girl, he noticed Elena's expression, and his heart sank suddenly.
This girl is quite strong and has experienced enough hardships. She is definitely not a coward who would shake like chaff with fright when she saw a dead body—so, the meaning of what she said just now must not simply be to express that there is something wrong here. A lot of dead bodies!
"I... I mean..."
Seeing that Ji Thrush didn't understand, Yi Lianna was very anxious, tears welled up in her eyes, she tried her best to express herself clearly.
Finally, she finally thought of three more accurate descriptions in one breath:
"There are many, many undead here, the souls of the dead, ghosts!"
— Swish!
Like a basin of cold water being poured on his head, Ji Thrush felt the cold from his scalp all the way to his heels.
- ah ah!
If it wasn't for the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to scream.
The previous experience of fighting with various ghosts in "Spiritual Twenty-Four O'Clocks" has already left Ji Xiaoniao with a heavy psychological shadow. One or two is difficult to deal with. How many "many, many" are there! ? It's impossible for the tens of thousands of people who died here to become ghosts!
However, in the next moment, he deeply realized the true meaning of the words "blessings are unparalleled, misfortunes never come singly" and "the worst premonitions always come true".
In the underground palace, a gust of wind suddenly blew.
The wind was extremely cold, as if it could penetrate the flesh of a person and pierce the marrow of the bone.
The cold wind circled round and round in the huge human sacrifice pit in a way that completely violated the normal laws of physics, resonating with the walls, making high and low, long and short "whining" sounds, like the wailing of a ghost.
Immediately afterwards, everyone saw black shadows.
Like bamboo shoots growing from the ground in a rainy day, they emerged from the shadows in every corner, and soon there were more and more of them, almost filling up all the space in the pastor.
"Ah ah!"
Elena couldn't take it anymore.
She gave a soft and short scream, grabbed Dong Jing's clothes, and hid behind the boy.
The second young master of the Dong family was also very frightened, and hugged Yi Lianna.
The two were like two frightened little animals, the hairs all over their bodies were blown off, and they hugged each other tremblingly.
[Who are you waiting for? Why trespass on my lord's mausoleum?]
Amidst the whimpering wind, a deep and unfamiliar male voice came.
The voice spoke the elegant words of the Central Plains thousands of years ago, and Ji Thrush didn't quite understand it, so he could only make a rough guess.
At the same time, a "person" slowly "walked" out of the dark shadows standing in front of him.
Ji Thrush: "!!!"
He was devastated.
I thought this time was a "world" where comprehension battles Western fantasy, but who the hell knew that there would be supernatural, thriller and horror elements!
However, if they were crazy, there were so many ghosts standing in front of them that there were so many ghosts that they couldn't even count them.
The one in the lead can still vaguely see his appearance—it is a burly general with a cold and resolute face, with a shaggy beard, wearing iron armor and a long sword at his waist, and looks very majestic—but no matter how majestic he is, It is also a fake, a ghost that has been buried in the ground for a thousand years!
Among Ji Thrush and his group, the only one who can speak the elegant words of the Central Plains is Master Mingjun.
But the fat monk didn't know how to answer Ghost General's question at all.
You can't tell people that we are coveting the treasures of your emperor and old son, and we also want your corpses that have been buried underground for thousands of years, so we just broke in and took them for ourselves!
Master Ming Jun was so anxious that his face was covered with sweat. He usually opened his mouth sharply, but now he couldn't even utter a single word.
However, General Ghost has lost his patience.
It took two steps forward, and the countless black shadows behind it also followed its movements and pressed up neatly.
[Answer me!]
General Ghost asked sharply, with obvious anger in his tone:
[Who are you guys! ? And why come here! ?]
Its voice was mixed with the howling wind, like a muffled thunder, which made people tremble with fear.
The second young master of the Dong family had already retreated to the door at this time, and jumped up in shock at the ghost general's question, like a frightened rabbit, grabbing Yi Lianna in his arms and trying to jump out.
Probably the boy's reaction of wanting to "run away" stimulated the ghosts in the tomb, the wind suddenly screamed like a thousand ghosts crying, and at the same time, black shadows rushed towards the crowd.
At a critical moment, Master Ming Jun instinctively pulled out the Demon Subduing Pestle.
He chanted the scriptures in his mouth, stretched his hands forward, and thrust the half-arm-long pestle in front of him—the body of the pestle made of fine iron was like an iron spoon digging through tofu, and it went straight into the hard rammed floor of the tomb. .
In an instant, the Buddha's light flourished.
With the Subduing Demon Pestle as the center, the Buddha's light spread outward like ripples, erecting an invisible barrier, forcing back the group of fierce ghosts in the front.
"quick!"
The fat monk pressed the subduing magic pestle with both hands, and shouted in a hissing voice:
"I'll block these evil spirits first, you guys retreat!"
Dong Jing immediately jumped up, grabbed Yi Lianna and was about to escape out the door.
But just as he started to move, he suddenly stopped, "Wait!"
The second young master of the Dong family turned around with disbelief on his face:
"If we just run away, then, the soldiers inside-"
"I can't control that much anymore!"
Master Mingjun was so angry that he wanted to jump:
"I can't stop these thousands of evil spirits for long, and it will be too late if I don't withdraw!"
"But-"
Although Dong Jing was terrified, he still refused to leave:
"We got here so hard, if it weren't for those soldiers—"
They managed to survive the pursuit of the Holy Court army, and after losing almost all the servants, they finally entered the tomb and found these people to die.
If they can't be taken away, not only will the previous sacrifices be in vain, but also the strength to fight against the invaders will be lost, so how can people be reconciled!
The subduing magic pestle under the palm of the fat monk has begun to crack.
The thousand-year-old undead in the tomb were enraged by the Buddha's light, and the General Ghost's face became extremely ferocious. He was holding a sharp sword, and with thousands of evil spirits behind him, he rushed madly towards the crumbling shield.
Seeing that the second young master of the Dong family was still dawdling, Master Ming Jun was so angry that the veins on his forehead twitched and he was about to have a mouthful.
"Can't go."
At this time, Ren Jianmo, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
"There's no escape."
With a jolt, Ji Thrush immediately understood what Ren Dameier meant.
-correct!
They are now underground, even if they escape from this tomb, can they return to the ground immediately
This horde of ghosts could still rush down the passage if they wanted to, or tear them to pieces anywhere!